“Forest Floor”: Trash as a literacy of ourselves.

Brett Haymaker is taking us on a walk in the woods where trash, abandoned newsprints relate the story of people we discarded.
Brett is a promising young writer who lives in West Philadelphia.
Read on…

People walk a lot. Sometimes, I walk, too. To drink a coffee somewhere, in some one room coffee shop that is not my one room apartment. To place a letter in a mailbox. To sit in a park and watch people walk. Sometimes, I walk to meet a friend, to go for a walk, because, by God, walking is the means and the end, the journey and the desired destination. The action and the result.

There was once a time in our lives when walking was the culminating achievement. When I walk, I don’t feel like an achieved person. Like a learned person. I see trash and treasure lying on the street.